Not my kind of music

 Saturday

I tried to sleep in, but got up around 8. Chris was still home, but soon took a shower and went to church. I did the usual first things. I think the plants like when I play trombone.

I made a week's worth of supplements and noted those that were running out. I read e-mail and messages for awhile.

At 10:30 I went to the swap shop to open it for someone donating tires. But Tarah was already there, filling boxes with clothing for the D.I. I talked to him a bit and then to her. By the time I got home, it was 11. Chris asked if he could give me a massage tomorrow instead.

So I took a shower and got dressed. I ate fiber gel and read outside. Then I made and ate breakfast. I looked at scoodie videos, hoping to find one that used half a yard or less per scoodie. Watched part of a Rama walkthrough.

I went cleaning about 3:15. I cleaned until 5, then came home to change clothes. Michelle invited a UJAM instructor to do a session at 5:30. I wanted to support her. So I got there at 5:30 and signed in. We waited a few minutes for other people to show up. Then the lady started the class. Well. It was fast and complicated and suggestive. I guess I am more the Richard Simmons type. After half an hour, I thanked the instructor and went home to have supper and get ready for Project Night.

I put supper in the toaster oven. I read e-mail and messages. I took supper out and ate it. Then I headed to the chapel where Erynne was waiting.

I unlocked the door and we went in. We set up in the fellowship hall. She got out the #6 plastic cups. We decorated some and the kids decorated some. She melted them in the oven and they reduced to discs, but not nice round flat ones like in the pictures. I ripped some flipchart paper into squares to make a 3D snowflake. She gave me a glue stick to use. I glued and folded six squares like I remembered, but I wasn't sure how to glue those six together. We talked for some time then.

Michelle called and she was upset about something. So we talked for some time. While she talked, I ironed the linen pieces, and laid the dress on them and cut out what will become my next nightgown. It will NOT leave this house. Then I packed everything up and put it away. When I got to my car, we wrapped up the conversation and I drove home.

Chris was still up. But he went to bed while I worked on my blog.